What am I searching for? I say searching because life feels like awaiting discovery. But some days I see that we already know the answers, but we devote our lives to this searching so as not to admit that life has no final reward, no grand reveal to confirm us, that life is not a quest but a moment, a word spoken in the dark, limbs entwined like vines in a forest, a wind beating down a mountain for a million years before and a million years after any of us inhabit this earth.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
